Road Trip

from Life's A Beach by Dekay

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lyrics

One morning I woke and said to my bloke let’s elope quick

Roll a spliff and smoke it

Then pack your bags we’re going on a road trip

Wouldn’t that be so slick?

You and me, leaving the ends to a zone that’s unknown bits/

He said (well, that’d be alright if we had no kids

Can’t leave em on their own shit

Anyways you’d probably get homesick

No I won’t I need a break the kids won’t be alone it’s

Nothing that our parents couldn’t cope with/

Couple of quid they’ll babysit we can go split

Double your shifts call up that prick give him notice

We come and exist here in these bricks what’s the motive

No trouble to quit, take holiday pay you’re owed it/

Look at us we’re olders, and we’re only getting older

Why’d you wanna own stuff if all of this stuff owns us

Freedoms our prerogative I feel it in my bones just

Say you’ll come away, couple days, and we’ll go nuts/

(Hook)

Set me free beneath the open sky

You and I, do or die,

You or I, who decides

Life is short and time will fly

And I can feel time is getting away

(Getting away, getting away)

Why does our real life just get in the way?

V2/ Blue skies I feel multiplied by your two eyes summing me up gunning the clutch till the moonrise

The exhilaration of anticipation

Kiss me at the petrol station while we’re waiting choke on inhalation/

I’m a drive straight on the open road

Smoking dope till our throats sound like croaking toads

So engrossed

Been comatose but now we’re woken bro

Coast to coast

Get high but never overdose/

Forget the washing and remote controls,

Baking scraping out dough from bowls

where are we going to go no one knows

You float my boat, sweat till we’ve got soaking clothes

What very nearly could be broken grows and ropes us close/

It’s real love no monotony to conceal us

It’s real cause

After all these years we still feel trust

And needs must,

So can we make a deal just

Say we’ll get away, tell em hey

They can eat dust/

Hook